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Sorry, but I think I’m going to need to bow out of this game. I need to free up more bandwidth for other things and this game and I just haven’t clicked. I wish you all the best.
Sookie flips her hair back. ”Darling, I have lived in Ustalav all my life. If I was scared by such trifles, I would have died of fright before I left my mother’s belly. If something is not trying to kill you or frighten you, it is only because something far worse is preparing to.”
Sookie channels and borrows Aliseya's wand for a couple touches of healing. "That was nothing."
Roll20's maps will work with phones if the GM has a paid account. I actually use them all the time on my phone with another couple of games. However, even on my desktop, the map hasn't been working.
Sookie stabs once more at the creature, though she suspects that the Speaker's volley may have done the deed well enough on its own.
Sookie readies her longspear in case the creature attempts to advance upon her and her allies.
Readied attack and AoO (if needed):
If it's that much trouble, I could just take off the armor even. I don't particularly care either way.
"I concur. No reason to take an unnecessary risk." She taps her shoulder with the shaft of her spear, the wood clunking against the metal. "Not the biggest fan of rope bridges in this particular tweed suit."
I’ll get a post up with my actions tomorrow. My wife had a rough day so I spent extra time taking care of them
GM:
Since your post calls it a rust monster, I would like to point you to the following info on silversheen, which Sookie's weapon is made out of: "Blades made of this special metal count as alchemical silver weapons and are immune to rust, including that of rust monsters, the rusting grasp spell, and so on. They are always masterwork weapons—most often scimitars or longswords; the listed price includes the cost of the masterwork bonus." Sookie sighs. "Dreadful inconvenience." She bounces the butt of her spear against the ground then catches it with a twirl, advancing to stab at creature.
Could you maybe put the map/roll20 link in the campaign info and/or in your GM header? It would make posting faster and easier
Sookie pats Christoph on the shoulder. ”No need to be so sour, old boy. Would not be the first time I saw a noble do something rather odd. Nobility breeds eccentricity. All that inbreeding, you know.” Sookie means that last bit as a bit of a jab at her own family, but she lets it alone. If the others haven’t figured her background out yet, they would eventually. She can’t lie but she can be selectively truthful and ironically distant. Sookie idly scans the room with her paladin senses, looking for any traces of evil about. She just accidentally and certainly not intentionally manages to get Rhia in the cone as she looks about, then getting the rest of the party while she’s at it, leaving herself satisfied that none of her companions are secretly evil or possessed or thinking particularly devilish thoughts.
Sookie leans on her spear, her brown tweed three-piece suit completely smooth and fresh as if it had been just cleaned. She’s lanky—which her spear accentuates—but strong and sturdy, like a dancer. She has a way of drawing eyes to her every movement, and not out of attractiveness, but rather a kind of peculiar novelty or originality, like a new piece of jewelry. Her red-brown hair is in a side-shave, and her expression is one of slight unaffected amusement. She bows and takes Rhia’s hand for a gentlewomanly kiss. ”A pleasure, dear Ms. Van der Geist. Sookie Clayten. The whole ethereal draping look suits you. Especially the name. Splendid foresight on whoever came up with it.” She rises from the bow and raises a dramatic eyebrow. ”Now, what is all this business about druggings? And exactly how long do you think it has been since this happened?”
Likewise. My thesis is done and I’ve graduated so been catching up on everything else before the holiday
Sookie sighs and twirls her spear. ”Do you want me to go first? I am rather unbothered by much of anything these days. Paladin training and all that. Makes this whole country rather more delightful to travel about in. ‘Oh! A skeleton!’ How droll. ‘Oh! A creature made of tentacles and darkness!’ A bit cliché, do you not agree? Why, maybe someday becoming a paladin will turn into the new fashion. Dreadfully convenient and all that.”
Sookie pokes the construct with the butt of her spear. ”Dreadfully sloppy to leave a mess out all this time. I simply must have a word with the staff.”
Sookie uses her spear to help steady herself as she carefully avoids the ice. She is slow to advance, making sure to offer a quick steadying hand or shoulder to grab onto if anyone finds themselves slipping. "Goodness, has this man never heard of guardrails? I swear, I have seen tenements with better safety standards."
Sookie picks out a nice russet brown Hanoverian. ”I shall name you Bradamante, I think.” She pets the horse’s mane absent-mindedly. She packs up Bradamante and mounts her, smiling at Ali and Naught. ”Onwards and outwards, then, my dears.”
Thank you! i shall pay you back with interest
Sookie sadly has no money, having spent it all on her starting equipment. Ideally, she’d get the Hannoverian.
It’s a +1 on weapons but a +3 on armor, so that’s probably what you are thinking of. I’m not particularly interested in RPing out the mechanics of buying horses. Can we just say we asked around with our nice diplomacy scores and found some?
”Come now, dear Ali, we could have hardly had a productive trip without your presence.” Sookie waves to Zelda. ”Hello again, dear Zelda. Is everything with you in-order?”
Sookie’s smile widens, showing off her dimples, as she notes Metz’s disconcerted reaction to her pat on the shoulder. ”Since we are to be traveling together and perhaps engaging in bit of melee here and there, I suppose I should point out that this suit is a different kind of suit, one of a much more cumbersome—and protective—variety. ‘Tis a touch of dissembling that serves various purposes, aside from making me look dashing.” She rests her spear across her shoulders, her hands draped over it. ”Oh and I agree there is simply no comparison. I am just simply dreadful with names. I even lost the one my parents gave me.”
Sookie adjusts her gauntlets, currently disguised as gloves by her glamer. ”A droll people, those Pharasmins. Never bothered with all that ‘fate’ business. Terribly depressing.” She pats Christoph on the shoulder. ”Nothing personal. ‘Just not my cuppa,’ as they say in certain parts of Caliphas, Mr. Metzger.” Her face slides into a dashing smile. ”Oh, is it alright if I call you Metz?” She lightly taps her knuckles against the side of her head. ”I only have enough room in here for one person of each name or else it gets dreadfully confusing, and ‘Chris’ is already taken. Delightful woman, legs like tree trunks. One of those intimate weekends that goes by without one needing to worry much about dressing-up for.” She smiles to herself, unflappable in the slightest. She then turns to the rest of the group and claps her hands together decisively. ”Now then, my dears, with Ali taken care of, where shall we head onto next? I’m dreadfully out of practice and would rather like to find out how many of these cultist blighters I can fit on a spear.” She twirls her spear in a quick motion.
Sookie takes another sip of her tea, maintaining an unflappable demeanor even throughout the whole explanation of this deeply concerning development regarding the so-called "tracking device." "An interesting choice. The device was designed to be hard to remove while making it easy to notice that something was wrong. Presumably, the implanter assumed we lacked the knowledge and capability to deal with the injury, regardless of our natural desire to heal a companion."
Sookie calmly accepts wine as well. Her years of high society life made her quite resistant to its effects from all the polite glasses of wine she had to drink.
Sookie follows along observing the others, paying especially close to Aliseya. ”Oh dear. I do hope there is not some rather uncomfortable history here. In such a case, I would be happy to mediate.”
Sookie merely smiles and shakes her head at Aliseya saying she must think she's "nuts." "There is no shame in madness. What we consider "madness" is dependent upon what our culture deems madness to be. I will judge someone for what they do, not for how ordered their mind is. The important question, Aliseya, is whether you want to be changed."
I’m back from my thesis crunch! I’ll be getting caught up on pbps today and will try to get posts up in all of them by the end of the day. Thank you for understanding!
Hey everyone! I'm going to be crunching on my thesis for the rest of this week so I'm unfortunately not going to be available much for pbp. I apologize for any inconvenience!
Since my character is fresh, I'm satisfied she has all the things she is willing and able to purchase at this time.
Sookie bows to the judge as well. "Thank you for all that you have done, Judge Daramid. Your faith in us shall not be misspent." In regards to the situation with Aliseya, Sookie tries a different tact, consulting with her memories of anatomy to see if there's anything she might remember that might help Aliseya deal with her pain.
Sookie’s brow creases as she listens to the full story of what has happened. Quite a dramatic tale! She is engrossed in hearing each new piece. By the end, she finally remembers where she knew the name “Professor Petros Lorrimor” from. ”I had a brief encounter with this Professor Lorrimor several years ago. I helped him with a spot of business concerning a seugathi. Dreadful creatures. His daughter—Kendra, I believe—was quite a treasure. I should have liked to speak with her more, and I do hope she has been holding up well. My condolences in regards to his passing.” Sookie takes one of the invitations and flips it over in her hand. ”How exclusive. I thought the part of my life spent at posh gatherings was over. I shall have to see how much I remember. Do we know what any of these Whispering fellows look like? Might we expect to see any there?”
I’m cool with it
"I am new to all this, as you know. In fact, I probably could have simply left that unstated. But I was born to the upper class of Caliphas where everyone states matters that should be left unstated and leaves unstated matters that should be stated, so you must forgive me." Sookie adjusts her collar as turns more serious. "Regardless, I believe that this matter is completely relevant to my skills and that I can provide worthwhile support to this group of fine young women--and one token man. And Tamako-sensei gives her blessing on top of all that. I would be happy to lend abilities to this task."
Sookie is as surprised as everyone else that she's able to notice the clock at the same time as the others. She's not particularly accustomed to being quite so observant. She waits to hear the Judge's response to the others questioning the time before chiming in.
Sookie's face noticeably reddens as the women respond to her, particularly the enchanting Aliseya. She nods in regard. "You are indeed correct on the matter of Tsukiyo. He is rather fond of jade." She pulls out her own holy symbol. "If you had told me fifteen years ago that I would serve a man--God or otherwise--I would have laughed in your face. I was an audacious child. I still am, but like most adults I have just learned to hide it well behind a respectable facade." Sookie cuts herself off there, realizing that she is rambling as she often does when nervous, then returns her attention to Christoph.
"Ah! Now I remember, the order based in Wati, yes? How delightful. I do hope they are doing alright there after that whole incident with the Sky Pharaoh. Flying war pyramids and all that. Absolutely dreadful business." She takes a sip of her tea.
Sookie’s red-brown hair is in a sideshave. She has fine features and her skin has a healthy glow with a fair share of freckles. For all intents and purposes, unless someone has true seeing, she appears to be wearing a brown three-piece tweed suit for the more casual, low-key look. She keeps her longspear packed away in her haversack this time, as carrying large weapons into meetings with judges is a decidedly poor look. Sookie doesn't remember the last time she's been in a room with this many women at once, outside of a women's ward at an asylum. She has developed a tendency to self-isolate during her travels with Tamako-sensei. Were it not for her putting in a conscious effort into staying abreast of how best to carry on casual conversations, she might very well have forgotten. Too long without a paramour of her own hasn't worked to her advantage either, as she has a developed an infuriatingly self-conscious streak around attractive women, and when you account for things other than pure appearances, practically all women are attractive to her in some way. "I would adore some tea, my good man. I am not picky. Which I mean in the figurative sense, not the literal one, as I am indeed quite discerning when it comes to tea. But the point stands." She plays the nervousness off as a joke to lighten the mood and trick herself into loosening up. It doesn't quite work, so she falls back on practiced formality. She bows formally to the other guests, her right forearm pressed across her stomach like a butler. "Greetings, salutations, well met, and all that. My name is Sookie Clayten. I am a follower of Tsukiyo, who if you are unfamiliar with, is the Tien God of the Moon, Madness, Spirits, and so forth. I am trained as a healer, both of physical and mental maladies, and can perform either via means mundane or magical." She takes a seat. She eschews the petite and sits with her legs apart as she leans forward on her hand, the elbow of that arm propped against the armrest. "Your reputations precede you, Ladies. It is an honor." She lazily turns her eyes towards Christoph, and a slight playful smile emerges. "My apologies, but I was not expecting another new arrival, and I am unfamiliar with the 'Spires' or what they need to have someone speak for them. Would you enlighten me?"
That's exactly how I do it. I base the accent on whichever culture is being referenced, as Ustalav plays fast and loose with cultures, as it's trying to fit all of the "gothic" horror tropes into one country. And a lot of our cultural touchstones with gothic horror are British or set in Britain, so I throw that those accents in there with Slavic and Germanic. I think of Caliphas as London, personally, so I proceeded accordingly. PS: I'm catching up on the thread right now and will post either tonight or tomorrow at the latest
Hi everyone! It’s Pride weekend here in SF so the wife and I will be extra busy so my posting will be limited to nonexistent until Sunday evening. Thanks for the understanding!
Sookie is surprised to receive the gift. She has grown unused to fine gifts, even though her youth was full of them. "You honor me greatly, Tamako-sensei. I will cherish this gift and it will remind me of you." Sookie pockets the directions and grabs her spear and smiles and begins to turn to leave, but not before looking back at Tamako one last time. "The Prince protect and bless you." She then heads off to her meeting, anticipation growing in her stomach.
I do not know Japanese, but my wife does! My wife majored in Japanese language and literature, actually. I asked them and they said that -chan is definitely childish, but it's not strictly wrong but it is unusual and could be used reasonably in certain circumstances. Every relationship is unique, after all! Think of it more like in English when you add an "-ie" sound at the end of someone's name to make it sound more diminuative. But -san would more likely be what Tamako uses.
Sookie chuckles at the comment about women liking other women. "I personally have always thought that loving women is actually the most sane thing a woman can do." It wasn't the first time that Sookie had said that line, not even the first time she had said it around Tamako, but she liked it and believed it wholeheartedly. It also provided a nice way to lighten the mood so she wouldn't get bitter. Her face hardens into a more neutral, concerned expression at the mention of more serious problems with one of the others. She remains quiet and listens thoughtfully, then reads through the file quickly. While she intends a more thorough read later, she has had to read enough files in her time to know exactly where to find all the salient info quickly.
Sookie cannot help but raise an eyebrow and flatten her lips at the file's contents. "I will never cease being amazed at how little self-purported 'experts' actually view their patients as people." She calmly folds it shut. "I can see exactly why you called me. This situation sounds like it is right up my alley. In multiple respects. I would be glad to meet with them." She bows her head. "Dōmo arigatō, Tamako-sensei."
Sookie leans her chin onto a loose fist. "If this cult has been getting innocent people convicted, then it sounds exactly like the kind of issue we should be dealing with." Sookie grins at the thought of danger. While she has calmed and grown more stable since her teenage years, she still cannot help but find joy in the rush of conflict. She just knows how to channel and control it better. "So far, this sounds quite enticing, but I get the feeling there's more."
No prob! I’ll get my response up tonight. My wife and I have been running around doing stuff for Pride month and i needed an introvert day to recover energy
Sookie takes a sip of her own coffee, taking in Tamako's story. "That is quite a bizarre situation. I can see why you requested my help." Sookie shrugs her mouth in a "not bad" expression at this coffee. She appreciates the soothing, earthy flavor. "What do you know about them? Were you able to talk to any of them?"
Sookie feels herself right on the tip of remembering something, but her mind is too scattered at the moment. She tries to let herself feel scattered and see where the feeling takes her. A tempestuous mind is not a bad mind. Right now, her thoughts swirl around the single question: what purpose could Tamako-sensei have for writing to her? Sookie bows, thankful she remembered after so much time apart. "It is good to see you, too, Tamako-sensei. Thank you for inviting me and providing a drink." Sookie is particularly adroit in her pronunciation, though the easy emotion tinging her syllables makes it impossible to call her accent stuffy. She speaks like a classical pianist plays: completely in control, but honest. She leans her own spear against the wall as well and sits. She smiles and leans her arm back over the chair. When she was at the Asylum, they were very particular about making you sit "properly," so she has ever since taken particular pleasure in sitting however she damn well pleased. "You are looking as hale and hearty as ever. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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